Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1887-01-12

dead. Mrs. PEBBLES gasped, but could not
sspeak, for 10. following Honor into the room
iswas tall, .gool looking young man with
frank blue eyes, brown Heard and bronzed
face-their own Tom, the long hoped for,
/ long absent son, who had returned on Christ
mas night, exactly as absent sons frequently
, do in books, but very rarely in real life He
fell on his knees before Mrs. PEBBLES, sobbing
in her lap, while the little tailor was wildly
shaking hands with everybody. The happi-
est moment had come for all three of the
PEBBLES family. Their story had told itself.
Grace Fairlie, the little schoolmistress,
said II am obliged to acknowledge that l
owe the happiest moments have ever expe-
rienced to the receipt Of letter that came
to me one day when was terribly in need
of the help it brought" Over the poor
dodgers face stole an expression Of almost
4 angelic joy, but only Aunt Margaret noticed
it,
~ Then they all turned to little Annie-feeble,
! 5prematurely old, sad faced little Annie-who
sat gazing rehectvely into the fire and then
said: II member once father said he would
give me worse hiding than ever when he
came home, cause waited for him outside
the public, and when he come he fell asleep
and forgot to give it me. If that will do,
MISS"
Little Annie! Poor little Annie! How
could she know that this story which she told
so simply in so few words was the most pa
thetic that had ever been writtena
Then it was Honors turn to talk. She had
Just begun her story-a fairy story-When,
glancing up, her face expressed astonishnieat,
confusion and happiness, all in an Instant
There, standing in the door, unannounced,
was Sir Edward Dusart. Anyone who un-
derstood the language Of faces would know at
once by glance at Honors that her happiest
moment had come; that her story, too, had
told itself, for only one thing could have
brought Sir Edward Dusart to her from
Uncle Bryson's on that Christmas night. And
wasn't it curious that the scheming of the
Brysons to keep him from again meeting
Honor had brought about the very thing
!. they had tried to prevent? And isn't it al
ways so? Behind Sir Edward came Mr.. Red
mond, who, after greeting everybody, said
something to Aunt Margaret which seemed
to make her face radiant and caused her to
tell the story Of her happiest moment with
her eyes only. She it was not Honor, who
had been the cause Of his visits there, and in
the fewest words possible on that Christmas
| night he made this plain to her; and later,
when addressing few words Of good will
and good wishes to all before the curious
company rose from the table, lie said this was
one Of the happiest moments Of his life
But Just after he and Sir Edward had be-
come one of the company, Mr.. Williams, the
poor lodger, was seen making his way toward
the door holding his handkerchief up to bis
face. He was telling Sally to excuse him to
her mistress, as sudden attack Of neuralgia
obliged him to leave rather abruptly, when
Sir Edward Dusart caught sight of him, and
called out: "Elston Is it! Why, Eston,
old fellow, where on earth have you sprung
from" The poor lodger moved on toward the
door, making no answer. Sir Edward sprang
after him, and with his arm around his neck,
school boy fashion, went with him into the
hall. When they both returned Sir Edward
introduced the poor lodger as the best friend
he ever had, and one Of the best scholars Of
bis own university The little company was
greatly astonished to learn that he wasn't
Mr. Williams at all, but Mr.. Eston; but
they were still more astonished some weeks
| later when they learned that he and Grace
Fairlie were married-they became engaged
that very night and were married as soon as
he was established as lawyer. So his story,
laalso, was not told, but told itself.
The little tailor and his wife are as happy
\ as they could desire. Mrs. Parnell is better
of now and with Lady Dusart for her
| friendS more "genteep and exclusive than
ever. When any one refers to that memoir
able Christmas night she says there is an
advantage to be derived from an occasional
| mixture Of classes. James Brooks, the old
solder, Is in receipt Of pension, which finds
its way to him, he imagines, from France,
and Is q frequent visitor at the hall, where
Sir Edward and Lady Dusart are always
glad to welcome him, and to the Rectory, a
mile away, where Mr.. Redmond and Aunt
Margaret are host and hostess. There is a
pretty cottage In the village, of which
Johnnie's mother Is the mistress. There old
Nanries last days were spent in comfort.
Johnnie became sailor lad; but after some
years of seafaring, came home and settled
down" in the village with his mother. Poor
little Annie Not all the love and care of -
kind friends could keep her long with
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